Chapter 1: Powder and Pleasure
The penthouse suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles was a haze of decadence, the kind of place where sin felt like a currency. Jeff Anderson, a 6-foot-1 tower of raw confidence and pent-up lust, knelt behind Ruby, a 25-year-old high-end escort whose sultry beauty could stop traffic. Her hourglass frame was a canvas of ink—tattoos curling over her upper back, down her arms, and snaking along her thick thighs. Piercings glinted at her nipples, belly button, and septum, catching the dim light as she arched her back, presenting her puckered ass to him like a goddamn offering.
Jeff, fresh off a grueling work trip and a year of nothing but gym sweat and boardroom battles after his messy divorce, had decided to blow off steam—$5,000 worth of steam, to be exact. His chiseled jaw clenched as he snorted a line of cocaine straight off Ruby’s tight hole, the burn in his nostrils matching the fire in his loins. He’d been hard as a rock since she’d strutted into the room, her calm, amused demeanor only fueling his need to dominate.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Jeff growled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, his voice loud and unapologetic. “You’ve got an ass made for sin, sweetheart. Bet you’ve had plenty of perverts like me sniffing around back here.”
Ruby glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. “Honey, you’re paying for the view, not the commentary. But yeah, I’ve had my share. Doesn’t mean I give a shit what you think. You gonna keep talking or do something with that cock of yours?”
Her words were a match to gasoline. Jeff’s grin turned feral as he slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the suite. “Oh, I’m gonna do plenty. Been a year since I’ve had a pussy to wreck, and I’m starting with yours.”
Ruby smirked, unfazed. “Big talk for a guy who’s been jerking off to spreadsheets. Let’s see if you can back it up.”
He didn’t waste another second. Jeff yanked his tailored pants down, his thick, throbbing cock springing free, already dripping with precum. Ruby’s eyes flicked to it, a flicker of appreciation crossing her face before she masked it with that cool, detached vibe. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he positioned himself, his tip teasing her wet, glistening entrance. She was already dripping, and the sight made him even harder.
“Damn, you’re soaked,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. “You get this horny for every rich bastard who buys your time, or am I special?”
Ruby chuckled, low and throaty. “You’re special ‘til the clock runs out, stud. Now shut up and fuck me.”
That was all the invitation he needed. Jeff thrust into her with a grunt, burying himself deep in her tight, warm pussy. The sensation was electric, a year’s worth of frustration pouring out in that first brutal stroke. Ruby moaned, but it wasn’t submissive—it was the sound of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, who reveled in the power of her own body. He started pounding into her doggystyle, his hands gripping her tattooed thighs, sweat already beading on his brow.
“Fuck, you take it good,” he panted, his rhythm relentless. “Bet you’ve got a line of guys waiting to dump their cum in this sweet little hole.”
Ruby pushed back against him, matching his pace, her voice dripping with defiance. “Bet I’ve made more men cum than you’ve closed deals, big shot. Keep up, or I’ll ride you ‘til you’re begging.”
Her taunt only spurred him on. Jeff pulled out, flipping her onto her back with a rough tug. Her pierced nipples caught the light as her breasts bounced, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to suck one into his mouth, his teeth grazing the metal. Ruby hissed, her fingers tangling in his hair—not to pull him away, but to hold him there.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice sharp. “I’m not some fragile doll. Make it hurt.”
Jeff obliged, biting down just enough to draw a gasp before he straightened up, positioning her legs over his shoulders. He slammed back into her, the new angle letting him hit deeper, harder. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, her moans mixing with his grunts. He was sweating now, his muscles flexing with every thrust, and Ruby’s calm facade was cracking, her breaths coming in sharp, needy pants.
This was just the beginning. Jeff had plans—cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, maybe even sliding into that tight ass he’d just snorted off of. And as he fucked her with every ounce of his pent-up rage and desire, he knew this night was going to be one hell of a ride.
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